Tunnel Vision


Scars of happiness, scars of misery,  scars of torture.

All etched into my flesh,  my skin a timeline of emotions,  fingertips trace my deepest, darkest, experiences.

These scars go deeper than flesh or bone,  they leave a road map of life on my soul.

You have traversed the superficial wounds and now with silken touch, adventure into the graveyard of my spirit just to find for me a breach of sunlight in the grimness.

And the longer I stand here with you,  the longer you touch me, the longer you love me, I watch that light strengthen and fill a clearing I never knew was there.

Here, you tell me, is where I begin again.

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